hen-perfection

Updated: May 12, 2025

But the Buff Rock, a melody in color, shows that consonance, that consentaneousness, of flesh to feather that makes the plucked fowl to the feathered fowl what high noon is to the faint and far-off dawn a glow of golden legs and golden neck, mellow, melting as butter, and all the more so with every unpicked pinfeather. Can there be any doubt of the existence of hen-perfection?

Dallas Lore Sharp - The Hills of Hingham